#AmericanWriters
136 Have you got a Brook in your litt… Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drin… And shadows tremble so—
689 The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous— We learned to like the Fire By playing Glaciers—when a Boy— And Tinder—guessed—by power
477 No Man can compass a Despair— As round a Goalless Road No faster than a Mile at once The Traveller proceed—
To see her is a Picture— To hear her is a Tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction—
451 The Outer—from the Inner Derives its Magnitude— 'Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according As is the Central Mood—
79 Going to Heaven! I don’t know when— Pray do not ask me how! Indeed I’m too astonished
222 When Katie walks, this simple pai… When Katie runs unwearied they fo… When Katie kneels, their loving h… Ah! Katie! Smile at Fortune, wit…
453 Love — thou art high — I cannot climb thee — But, were it Two — Who knows but we —
When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -
313 I should have been too glad, I se… Too lifted—for the scant degree Of Life’s penurious Round— My little Circuit would have sham…
44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—
606 The Trees like Tassels—hit—and sw… There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying the Sun—
959 A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect
914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude
558 But little Carmine hath her face— Of Emerald scant—her Gown— Her Beauty—is the love she doth— Itself—exhibit—Mine&md ash;